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Fic: Seventy Minus One (Harry/Padma)
Title: Seventy Minus One
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Padma Patil, (background Harry/Parvati)
Word Count: ~1,800
Content: PWP, Casual Sex, Oral Sex, Sixty-Nine.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Padma has a nice idea to streamline the process.
A/n: No prizes for guessing how I came up with that name. The set up on this one ended up being oddly long but I hope it was enjoyable. This is potentially the penultimate piece for the "8th Year Oral" series (Six Of One, Half A Dozen Of The Other, Two Threes, The Hard Six and Snake Eyes.), I have idea for a grand finale to take it full circle that I may even get around to writing at some point soon.
- - -
Harry Potter was in serious trouble. He was very behind on his school work. The whole point of coming back to school was to study and earn, rather than be given, a place with the Aurors.
Somehow he'd got very side tracked by various very demanding witches. This wasn't a problem apart from the fact that exams were looming and he needed to study.
Not even sitting in depths of the library under the watchful gaze of Madam Pince though, seemed to give him relief from his admirers.
There was a decorous cough from across the table and reluctantly Harry looked up from his school work.
An extremely beautiful witch was sitting in the chair opposite to him. She had light brown skin, lustrous dark hair and eyes. The latter of which were regarding him with a certain analytical coolness that meant while she looked exactly like somehow he knew very well, intimately well Harry thought with a fond sigh at the memory, she was in fact…
"Hello Padma," Harry said and thinking she might want one of the textbooks "Can I help you?"
"I certainly hope so," Padma said, leaning in and giving him a slow smile.
Harry felt his cheeks go pink, even after so many propositions, he wasn't used to this.
"I d-don't know what you mean."
"I think you do."
"I-i I'm quite busy." Harry said truthfully but lamely and blushed redder.
"Too busy for me?" Padma said. "But not Parkinson or Greengrass? I might be offended, Harry."
"Well, I wouldn't want that." Harry mumbled.
"Of course you wouldn't," Padma said. "And anyway, how long it could it take? Just sucking you off, and then you eating me out."
"Ah… " - Harry was very red. - "It doesn't have to be in that order."
"No matter," Padma said waving her hand. Then she frown and cocked her head with a sudden thought. " Actually that's no a bad idea. Yes, much more efficient."
"What is?"
Padma gave him another slow enigmatic smile. Her dark eyes twinkled with unexpected mischief.
"Well to find that out, you'll just have to meet me in the room of requirement tonight, won't you? Eight o'clock, Harry."
And as suddenly as she appear, Padma Patil rose to her feet and sashayed off, making a production of swaying her bum around to keep his full attention on her as she left.
-
The door to the Room of Requirement, swung closed behind Harry with a satisfying clunk and made a reassuring locking sound as well. Though he'd arrived a couple of minutes before the appointed time it was obvious Padma had beaten him to it and created the room as she wanted it.
The room was was small; a low square bed covered most of the floor space. The walls were covered in curtains made of rich fabrics and at each corner of the room there was a covered lamp filling the room with a warm low light.
Padma smiled at him.
"You came," she said.
"Not yet," Harry responded.
"That's the spirit," said Padma.
Then she started to undress, briskly and efficiently. Harry was surprise and apparently it showed as Padma cocked her head at him.
"Problem?"
The words "Parvati doesn't like to undress" made a bid to form on Harry's lips but another instinct suppressed the urge. Harry didn't know a lot about people but mentioning you'd also been with someone sister, even though they clearly already knew about it, was probably a mood killer.
"Nothing," said Harry and he made to follow suit, pulling his jumper and t-shirt over his head in one hurried motion.
"Nice." Padma said, openly admiring his bared chest.
Again Harry felt absurdly reluctant to follow suit. Unaccountably it felt like cheating to sneak looks at Padma's naked body after Parvati hadn't wanted to show. Still his furtive gazes quickly saw all there was too see: inky black hair falling unbound past Padma's shoulders, nice fully breasts, capped with erect dark nipples and more black hair covered her mound in a triangle shape, though Harry thought her slit itself was shaved smooth.
"Ah," Harry said, feeling guilty and still stumbling to find something to say, even as he shed the rest of his clothes. "Who was going first again?"
"Who said someone was going first?" Padma said with a giggle. "I told you that was inefficient. "
"I.. um.. huh?" Harry's response was eloquent and Padma giggled again.
"We go at the same time, silly. Do I really need to explain?"
Avoiding her glance, Harry's eyes fell on a blackboard he was 99% sure hadn't been there when he entered the room. It contained the numerals 69 in bright coloured chalk with a definition of the term and even some diagrams of the position that left him in no doubt of what was happening.
"Oh! ...nice." Harry said.
"That's the idea, why don't you lie down?"
Still suppressing a feeling of awkwardness, Harry laid down on the low bed, it was firm and yet immensely comfortable. He settled spread eagled with arms and legs thrown wide and yet not reaching the edges of the bed.
Harry's attention was suddenly entirely caught as Padma stepped on to the bed and stood entirely naked with a foot either side of Harry's head.
"Oh my…" Harry murmured.
He was looking up, from his perspective her toned brown legs stretched on for nearly forever, beyond them he could see the firm curves of her arse, the darkening of skin around her entrance and the shocking pink skin inside it.
Then Padma was descending and Harry was getting a much close look at her pussy as she knelt with it just in front of his face. Harry moaned and licked his lips at the sight even as she settled down on top of him. a warm weight on his body. Just the sensation of skin to skin contact across his entire from was extremely pleasant, let alone the knowledge of her breasts pressed against.
There was a frisson of feeling over one his legs as her hair brushed over it and Harry's hardening cock twitched and surged the sensation.
"I guess you like this then?" Padma said wryly, her voice seem to come from a long way away but her hot breath over his cock seemed to double the tension in it.
Yielding to temptation, Harry leant his head forward and licked at Padma's cunt, or tried to, at least. The tip of his tongue could just reach her folds, giving him a tantalising taste of her without really coming to grips with her.
Harry reached back with his arms and then ran his hands up to the back of Padma's thighs until her arse filled his hand. He squeezed and got a moan out of Padma. Then he pulled her hips down and ran tongue over her cunt with much more contact now. He licked a wide stripe through the centre of her folds, dipping his tongue into her shallowly. He repeated the process a couple of times, enjoying the taste of Padma and breathless happy moans, before he remembered something.
"Ah," he said, "we were doing this at the same time right?"
"Oh… right," said Padma and there was a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
Almost immediately though, Harry had nothing to complain about. Padma's hand wrapped around his erection and pointed it upwards; then he was engulf in warm wet heat her mouth. Either the position made it easy or Padma was more skilled than he expected because her lips seemed to reach the very base of him in record time as his cock pushed easily into his throat.
Harry's hips bucked unconsciously at the sudden intense sensation and Harry hurried to distract himself. He buried his face in Padma's pussy and went to work. It was upside down from his usual perspective but he made up for it with enthusiasm, lapping eagerly as Padma got wetter and wetter.
They settled into a rhythm, Harry pulled Padma down onto his face so his tongue could plunge into her depths while Padma's head bobbed up and down the whole length of Harry's cock, slurping loudly enough that it even reach Harry's ears, muffled as they were by Padma's thighs.
Harry frowned, constrained in position and unable to really bring his fingers into play he was worried about finishing Padma, he continue to lick and thurst with tongue but her mouth around his cock was unignorable and he could feel a tightening in his balls that meant he was getting close. In an act of desperation he flattened his tongue down over his jaw mashed it against the lower reach of her Padma's cunt, hopefully in the approximate location of her clit.
He must have down something right, because Padma started to squirm and writhe on top of him and Harry regardless of the risk of his neck tried to move into her gyrations, trusting her to put him where she needed him.
Suddenly Padma was quivering and gushing over his jaw, and let loose a series of muffled moans that Harry didn't so much hear as feel right through the most sensitive part of his body.
Unable to stop himself, Harry's hips rose, thrusting up to meet Padma's head coming down. Padma gagged and Harry felt liquid flow over his balls but she sucked gamely enough as Harry thrust up with each magnificent feeling spurt of come that went directly into Padma's swallowing throat.
With a gasp, Padma rolled off of him and they lay on the bed for a while still lying in opposite directions; their chests heaving and sweat still cooling on their bodies.
"Well that was very fun," Padma said, lifting her head to look at him.
"It really was." Harry said with complete honestly.
"And you don't want to do it again." stated Padma. It wasn't a question.
"No." Harry said, flushing slightly with embarrassment. He had done 'repeat business' with girls he liked before and Padma didn't really deserve to be put in the same category as Pansy Parkinson or Daphne Greengrass
"The twin thing weirds you out." Padma said and let her head fall flat to the bed again.
Harry couldn't think of anything to say.
They pulled themselves to their feet started to pick up their clothes. Padma dressed almost as quickly and efficiently as she'd undressed at the start of the encounter.
She gave him a wistful smile and nod before she left.
Harry sat there for a while, feeling a weird mixture of afterglow, shame and a great sense of relief.
Then he realised he was still behind on his homework and had to go back to the Library. He really hoped he'd be uninterrupted this time.
He wasn't really expecting it though.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Padma Patil, (background Harry/Parvati)
Word Count: ~1,800
Content: PWP, Casual Sex, Oral Sex, Sixty-Nine.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Padma has a nice idea to streamline the process.
A/n: No prizes for guessing how I came up with that name. The set up on this one ended up being oddly long but I hope it was enjoyable. This is potentially the penultimate piece for the "8th Year Oral" series (Six Of One, Half A Dozen Of The Other, Two Threes, The Hard Six and Snake Eyes.), I have idea for a grand finale to take it full circle that I may even get around to writing at some point soon.
- - -
Harry Potter was in serious trouble. He was very behind on his school work. The whole point of coming back to school was to study and earn, rather than be given, a place with the Aurors.
Somehow he'd got very side tracked by various very demanding witches. This wasn't a problem apart from the fact that exams were looming and he needed to study.
Not even sitting in depths of the library under the watchful gaze of Madam Pince though, seemed to give him relief from his admirers.
There was a decorous cough from across the table and reluctantly Harry looked up from his school work.
An extremely beautiful witch was sitting in the chair opposite to him. She had light brown skin, lustrous dark hair and eyes. The latter of which were regarding him with a certain analytical coolness that meant while she looked exactly like somehow he knew very well, intimately well Harry thought with a fond sigh at the memory, she was in fact…
"Hello Padma," Harry said and thinking she might want one of the textbooks "Can I help you?"
"I certainly hope so," Padma said, leaning in and giving him a slow smile.
Harry felt his cheeks go pink, even after so many propositions, he wasn't used to this.
"I d-don't know what you mean."
"I think you do."
"I-i I'm quite busy." Harry said truthfully but lamely and blushed redder.
"Too busy for me?" Padma said. "But not Parkinson or Greengrass? I might be offended, Harry."
"Well, I wouldn't want that." Harry mumbled.
"Of course you wouldn't," Padma said. "And anyway, how long it could it take? Just sucking you off, and then you eating me out."
"Ah… " - Harry was very red. - "It doesn't have to be in that order."
"No matter," Padma said waving her hand. Then she frown and cocked her head with a sudden thought. " Actually that's no a bad idea. Yes, much more efficient."
"What is?"
Padma gave him another slow enigmatic smile. Her dark eyes twinkled with unexpected mischief.
"Well to find that out, you'll just have to meet me in the room of requirement tonight, won't you? Eight o'clock, Harry."
And as suddenly as she appear, Padma Patil rose to her feet and sashayed off, making a production of swaying her bum around to keep his full attention on her as she left.
-
The door to the Room of Requirement, swung closed behind Harry with a satisfying clunk and made a reassuring locking sound as well. Though he'd arrived a couple of minutes before the appointed time it was obvious Padma had beaten him to it and created the room as she wanted it.
The room was was small; a low square bed covered most of the floor space. The walls were covered in curtains made of rich fabrics and at each corner of the room there was a covered lamp filling the room with a warm low light.
Padma smiled at him.
"You came," she said.
"Not yet," Harry responded.
"That's the spirit," said Padma.
Then she started to undress, briskly and efficiently. Harry was surprise and apparently it showed as Padma cocked her head at him.
"Problem?"
The words "Parvati doesn't like to undress" made a bid to form on Harry's lips but another instinct suppressed the urge. Harry didn't know a lot about people but mentioning you'd also been with someone sister, even though they clearly already knew about it, was probably a mood killer.
"Nothing," said Harry and he made to follow suit, pulling his jumper and t-shirt over his head in one hurried motion.
"Nice." Padma said, openly admiring his bared chest.
Again Harry felt absurdly reluctant to follow suit. Unaccountably it felt like cheating to sneak looks at Padma's naked body after Parvati hadn't wanted to show. Still his furtive gazes quickly saw all there was too see: inky black hair falling unbound past Padma's shoulders, nice fully breasts, capped with erect dark nipples and more black hair covered her mound in a triangle shape, though Harry thought her slit itself was shaved smooth.
"Ah," Harry said, feeling guilty and still stumbling to find something to say, even as he shed the rest of his clothes. "Who was going first again?"
"Who said someone was going first?" Padma said with a giggle. "I told you that was inefficient. "
"I.. um.. huh?" Harry's response was eloquent and Padma giggled again.
"We go at the same time, silly. Do I really need to explain?"
Avoiding her glance, Harry's eyes fell on a blackboard he was 99% sure hadn't been there when he entered the room. It contained the numerals 69 in bright coloured chalk with a definition of the term and even some diagrams of the position that left him in no doubt of what was happening.
"Oh! ...nice." Harry said.
"That's the idea, why don't you lie down?"
Still suppressing a feeling of awkwardness, Harry laid down on the low bed, it was firm and yet immensely comfortable. He settled spread eagled with arms and legs thrown wide and yet not reaching the edges of the bed.
Harry's attention was suddenly entirely caught as Padma stepped on to the bed and stood entirely naked with a foot either side of Harry's head.
"Oh my…" Harry murmured.
He was looking up, from his perspective her toned brown legs stretched on for nearly forever, beyond them he could see the firm curves of her arse, the darkening of skin around her entrance and the shocking pink skin inside it.
Then Padma was descending and Harry was getting a much close look at her pussy as she knelt with it just in front of his face. Harry moaned and licked his lips at the sight even as she settled down on top of him. a warm weight on his body. Just the sensation of skin to skin contact across his entire from was extremely pleasant, let alone the knowledge of her breasts pressed against.
There was a frisson of feeling over one his legs as her hair brushed over it and Harry's hardening cock twitched and surged the sensation.
"I guess you like this then?" Padma said wryly, her voice seem to come from a long way away but her hot breath over his cock seemed to double the tension in it.
Yielding to temptation, Harry leant his head forward and licked at Padma's cunt, or tried to, at least. The tip of his tongue could just reach her folds, giving him a tantalising taste of her without really coming to grips with her.
Harry reached back with his arms and then ran his hands up to the back of Padma's thighs until her arse filled his hand. He squeezed and got a moan out of Padma. Then he pulled her hips down and ran tongue over her cunt with much more contact now. He licked a wide stripe through the centre of her folds, dipping his tongue into her shallowly. He repeated the process a couple of times, enjoying the taste of Padma and breathless happy moans, before he remembered something.
"Ah," he said, "we were doing this at the same time right?"
"Oh… right," said Padma and there was a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
Almost immediately though, Harry had nothing to complain about. Padma's hand wrapped around his erection and pointed it upwards; then he was engulf in warm wet heat her mouth. Either the position made it easy or Padma was more skilled than he expected because her lips seemed to reach the very base of him in record time as his cock pushed easily into his throat.
Harry's hips bucked unconsciously at the sudden intense sensation and Harry hurried to distract himself. He buried his face in Padma's pussy and went to work. It was upside down from his usual perspective but he made up for it with enthusiasm, lapping eagerly as Padma got wetter and wetter.
They settled into a rhythm, Harry pulled Padma down onto his face so his tongue could plunge into her depths while Padma's head bobbed up and down the whole length of Harry's cock, slurping loudly enough that it even reach Harry's ears, muffled as they were by Padma's thighs.
Harry frowned, constrained in position and unable to really bring his fingers into play he was worried about finishing Padma, he continue to lick and thurst with tongue but her mouth around his cock was unignorable and he could feel a tightening in his balls that meant he was getting close. In an act of desperation he flattened his tongue down over his jaw mashed it against the lower reach of her Padma's cunt, hopefully in the approximate location of her clit.
He must have down something right, because Padma started to squirm and writhe on top of him and Harry regardless of the risk of his neck tried to move into her gyrations, trusting her to put him where she needed him.
Suddenly Padma was quivering and gushing over his jaw, and let loose a series of muffled moans that Harry didn't so much hear as feel right through the most sensitive part of his body.
Unable to stop himself, Harry's hips rose, thrusting up to meet Padma's head coming down. Padma gagged and Harry felt liquid flow over his balls but she sucked gamely enough as Harry thrust up with each magnificent feeling spurt of come that went directly into Padma's swallowing throat.
With a gasp, Padma rolled off of him and they lay on the bed for a while still lying in opposite directions; their chests heaving and sweat still cooling on their bodies.
"Well that was very fun," Padma said, lifting her head to look at him.
"It really was." Harry said with complete honestly.
"And you don't want to do it again." stated Padma. It wasn't a question.
"No." Harry said, flushing slightly with embarrassment. He had done 'repeat business' with girls he liked before and Padma didn't really deserve to be put in the same category as Pansy Parkinson or Daphne Greengrass
"The twin thing weirds you out." Padma said and let her head fall flat to the bed again.
Harry couldn't think of anything to say.
They pulled themselves to their feet started to pick up their clothes. Padma dressed almost as quickly and efficiently as she'd undressed at the start of the encounter.
She gave him a wistful smile and nod before she left.
Harry sat there for a while, feeling a weird mixture of afterglow, shame and a great sense of relief.
Then he realised he was still behind on his homework and had to go back to the Library. He really hoped he'd be uninterrupted this time.
He wasn't really expecting it though.
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